Author's Note: Wow. It's been a while, hasn't it? I was nine when I wrote this and now I'm almost eleven. I do think I've developed as a writer, I didn't really tell any of you I think, but I switched accounts. I'm more active on Icytopia currently, and I've got much better stories than this. xD Still, I'm going to keep all of this here, not going to rewrite it or anything, because the memories are really nice to look at now and then. I don't know if any of you are even gonna read this but here we go.

The long awaited chapter ten. Last updated, November 16, 2015. By the way, the I messed up on the allegiances, Carppaw and Salmonpaw are also Carpkit, Salmonkit, and Guppykit. One and the same.

Frostpaw woke up the next day to brilliant sunlight filling the apprentices' den. It was so different from ThunderClan's, so bright and colorful. The sky was such a blazing blue that she squinted slightly, the early morning causing her to want to just stay in the fresh moss forever.

"Frostpaw, get up already!" Carppaw exclaimed impatiently. Her gray fur, now in the sunlight, actually had streaks of ashen color, creating a little bit of shadow and contrast here and there.

Frostpaw groaned, pushing herself to her paws and shaking out her long white fur. It was flattened by sleep, and it took a few rasps of her tongue to put it back to normal. "Alright, I'm up," she mewed, yawning. "What next?"

"Your mentor wants you," Carppaw explained. The tall she-cat exited from the den, calling over her shoulder, "Hurry up! Dawnskip doesn't like to be waiting."

Frostpaw nodded her head swiftly, following on her denmate's heels as they entered camp. She instantly saw Dawnskip, recognizable by her ginger fur and fiery eyes. Frostpaw scampered toward her mentor, eager to start some training. I'm gonna be the best warrior in the world! Her thoughts of being one of RiverClan had vanished abruptly in her mind, to be replaced by excitement to get to know everyone.

"Dawnskip, I'm...here...," panted Frostpaw, beads of sweat pouring down her forehead.

"And you are late," observed Dawnskip, a slight sneer curling her lips. Why did everybody suddenly seem a whole lot less welcoming?

"Yes," Frostpaw meowed, looking down at her paws. "I'm- sorry."

"You should be," Dawnskip grunted. "My old apprentice was never this early. Must be because you are-" she dashed a glance at Frostpaw, "ThunderClan."

Frostpaw lowered her head, flushing hot red with defiance. Who cared if she was late? She was here now! Why couldn't they just start the training and forget about it. Trying to change the subject, she asked, "What are we doing today?"

"Hunting," Dawnskip answered. "You are way behind the other apprentices."

Frostpaw ignored her last few words and tried to concentrate as Dawnskip taught her how to fish. It seemed so much harder than ThunderClan's hunting technique! Why couldn't they just do the typical hunter's crouch-pounce-on-prey thing?

Exhausted already from their long walk—her short, kit-like legs weren't exactly fit for the terrain—her mind wandered off. Her eyes traveled to the trees rimming the area, filled with the scents of prey. Her mouth watered, and her paws took her in the direction of fresh-kill.

"Frostpaw!" scolded Dawnskip, pinning her tail down as she walked in a trance to the trees. "What in the name of StarClan are you doing?"

"Hungry..."

"What?!" hissed Dawnskip.

"Nothing..," Frostpaw quickly meowed. Then her eyes snagged on something among the trees, a dark shape loping through the undergrowth, elegant as a lynx. Its eyes shone through the dark- a remarkable yellow color- she noticed.

"What's that your staring at?" Dawnskip's gaze swiveled to the dark shape. Frostpaw held her breath. "Nothing, is what. Now let's keep going." With a sharp flick of her tail, her mentor led the way along the riverbank, seemingly not noticing the shadow.

Is she lying, or does she really not see it?